Saturday, March 4, 2017

Usually
I host guests on Saturdays, but today I don’t have anyone waiting
in the wings. Hence, I’m free to indulge myself with a Saturday
Spankings post!

The
excerpt below is a bit of role-playing from my free wheeling erotica
novel Incognito. My heroine, Miranda, is masquerading as her
best friend Lucy, who has set up a kinky rendezvous with an older man
who asks to be addressed as “Big Daddy”.

Not
for the faint of heart!

“Now,
Lucy, you must be honest with me. You must tell me about these
thoughts and feelings which disturb you so much.”

Miranda
swallowed nervously. It was remarkable, but she felt guilty and
embarrassed. “Well, it happens mostly at night. When I lie in bed,
feeling the cotton sheets drift softly over my body. Even through my
pajamas, I can feel them, as if someone was stroking me. I get all
tingly and strange, and then I start imagining things, remembering
things…”

“That
time in school, when my gym suit ripped. All the boys saw my panties,
but later, I wished that I had not been wearing any underwear.”
Miranda was amazed at herself. Where were these stories coming from?
They felt real; it was almost as if she could really recall the
incident.

Her
companion gave a little tsk, but encouraged her to continue.

“Then
there was that afternoon, when Madeline and I took a shower together.
She wanted to touch my breasts, and I let her. She made me touch
hers.”

“Made
you? Can you honestly tell me that you didn’t want to?”

Miranda
blushed, astonished at her reactions to her own crazy stories. “No,
Big Daddy. I wanted to touch her, I admit. Afterward, I remembered
and wished that I had touched her in other places.”

“No,”
said Miranda. “There’s more. The thing that I remember most is
the time when I watched you. It was years ago, but I still remember,
and when I do, I get all hot and itchy.” Her companion was silent
and attentive. “I stood behind the bathroom door. You didn’t know
I was there, but I saw you. I saw your thing. You stood in front of
the toilet, with your hands on your thing, jerking it back and forth.
Then after a while, you yelled and were quiet. Then I saw you pee, a
long yellow stream arcing into the toilet. When I remember that,
that’s the worst. There’s this strange feeling between my legs,
as if I needed to go to the bathroom myself. But when I try, I can’t.
There is just this awful tight, burning feeling that won’t go
away.”

Miranda
could not believe her own imagination. She knew that this had never
happened, that this was pure fabrication. Yet the mingled shame and
excitement were as real as the caress of the brocaded upholstery
against the backs of her bare legs.

“You
watched me masturbate! What a nasty girl you are, Lucy! You pretend
to be so good and obedient, but you have a dirty, dirty mind!”

Miranda
hung her head. “Yes, Big Daddy. I know.”

“Do
you touch yourself when you have these feelings?” he interrogated,
leaning forward in his chair. Miranda was suddenly frightened.

“No,
never. I want to, but I don’t.”

“Honesty,
Lucy, honesty.”

“Well—sometimes
I stuff a pillow between my legs. I can’t help it, I have to do
something. But I never use my hands…”

Big
Daddy sat back in the chair and stroked his beard. Miranda’s heart
beat ridiculously fast. “Lucy, you have been exceptionally naughty.
Spying on me when I am engaged in my private pursuits! You look so
sweet and innocent, but you have the makings of a little slut.”

“No,
Big Daddy, I’m good most of the time. It’s only at night, in the
summer…”

“Over
my knee,” the distinguished gentleman barked. “Now.”

“Daddy,
please…”

“You
know that I am only doing this for your own good. I get no pleasure
from chastising you.”

Like
hell you don’t, thought Miranda, but she meekly obeyed his
order. She was dying to have him touch her, any way that he wanted.
He helped her position herself so that her pelvis lay across his lap.
Her long legs dangled awkwardly on one side. He hooked the ottoman
with his foot and rolled it over to the side of the chair, so that
she could rest her forearms and head upon it.

As
soon as she was stable, Big Daddy pulled her brief skirt up around
her waist. The simple cotton underpants that she wore fully covered
her behind. Still, she had never felt more exposed.

For
the longest time, he did nothing but stare at her cotton-wrapped
buttocks. She felt his gaze as if it was a laser, burning through the
cloth and igniting the flesh underneath. He breathed deeply, a bit
faster than normal. Miranda’s own breath came in gasps. Her chest
hurt from the thudding of her heart.

Big
Daddy began stroking her butt-cheeks in smooth, symmetrical circles.
“Lucy, Lucy, what am I to do with you?” he murmured. “You are
so enchanting, it is difficult to be stern. However, I must be
strong, and discipline you as you deserve.” With sudden force, he
grabbed her underwear at the waistband and pulled it down to her
thighs.

“No!”
wailed Miranda. “I’ll be good.” She could feel his hot breath,
now, on her naked butt.

“You
will, indeed, if I have anything to do with it,” he replied, and
began to spank her with his open hand.

It
hurt more than Lucy had expected, stinging with contact, aching after
his palm left her flesh. As he tanned first one cheek, then the
other, she began to feel as if her whole ass was being held to a
raging fire. She twisted in his lap. Little bleating sounds came from
her throat, involuntary, infantile.

Now
her whole lower half was throbbing. Each smack set up echoes, ripples
of pain that sped along the backs of her thighs, singed her nipples,
made her sex contract and ache. He was alternately murmuring
endearments and haranguing her with criticism, but she hardly heard
him. All her consciousness was focused on the white-hot pain-pleasure
seething in her body.

Through
her mental haze, she gradually became aware of something hard, poking
up from his lap and pressing deliciously against her clit. She smiled
to herself. Obviously, Big Daddy was not unaffected by the
administration of discipline. She wriggled around, trying to rub
herself against his emerging erection. For a moment, Big Daddy seemed
not to notice.

Then
he suddenly ceased his blows. Miranda felt a sense of loss. “You
minx!” he said softly. “Even as I work to beat the lasciviousness
out of your young flesh, you take advantage of my weakness!” His
erection surged against her crotch, even as he made this speech.
Knowing that she was sealing her fate, Miranda could not help
writhing, stimulating him further.

“Enough!”
her companion roared, tumbling her off his lap and onto the carpeted
floor. “You will not tempt me, Lucy! Nothing will compel me to
satisfy your unnatural lust. Much as you might desire it, I refuse
the flower of your maidenhood.”

Miranda
lay in a crumpled heap at his feet, her underwear tangled around her
ankles, desperately willing him to take her.

“No,
I will not sink to your level, Lucy. But I will punish you in a way
that you may understand better than my honest beating. I will subject
you to a shame that even you can comprehend. ”

Fear
returned briefly, arcing through her body like lightning, but
irrationally, trust of this stranger overcame her terror.

“On
your belly, over the ottoman, Lucy. Do not cross me further, or I
will have to take truly drastic measures.”

Miranda
wondered, curiosity overwhelming fear, what those measures might be,
as she extricated herself from her panties and followed his
instructions. Her pleated skirt covered her bare buttocks, but only
for a moment. Big Daddy flicked it aside, almost in contempt, then
stared again at her naked ass. His gaze re-ignited the glow of his
spanking. She found herself longing to feel again the delicious heat
of his palm on her flesh. Instead, he grasped her cheeks and pulled
them apart, so that he could inspect her anus.